Lying on the grass, bare chest upwards, legs spread, he bellowed to a pretty on the third floor of Weld, "Wanna go to a party?"
The pretty, at her window: "I ain't prepared."
Standing next to the bare chest, his friend. Pipes in, "You don't have to be prepared for things." Then, he adds, "I go to Harvard. Does that turn you on?" he asks Weld's window.
"No, it turns me off."
He whips out his bursars card and waves it at her as she is yelling the above putdown.
The volley over at about 10:15 p.m., we humbly approach the fellow standing, careful not to step on his friend's beautiful barechest. "Excuse me, do you really go to Harvard?"
"Sure," he says, whipping it out again. Charles J. Mahoney Jr '71, it read.
And that girl in Weld's window, imagine that, she said she was turned off.
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